The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.